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 Near her hat 

She sat

The girl

With a cat

On her lap

Taking a nap

She can swirl

And then tap

Her cell phone

She got on loan

Her paper curl

She had to earn

With scissors and glue

And a few

Loose screws from an earl

She knew 

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 340

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

If you have a Monday post at your blog you can share at the linky. There is no prompt. All that's required is that your post is a Monday post

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Clouds had always held a fascination for me. It became a natural pastime, looking up. From the window of a bus, window of a taxi, and that early morning; looking down from the aeroplane window. Seems windows always held clouds just for me.

So how then after he abandoned me, those clouds still held their magic? I should have be annoyed with all things so flirtatious.  And so it was that “I wandered lonely as a cloud” steeped in longing, questioning my worth. 

But no, those clouds drew me in, to a new sense of being. And years later hope opened its window to me, the beginning a new lesson in life. Lesson learned: I was always being loved by a higher thought. Worded by a higher command. That really i was never alone. How i love those giant puffy cumulus in azure sky.

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FROM DARKEST VOID

Children torpedoed into adulthood 

Men leaving wives and children to glean bread

They have to harvest and bake for themselves

The tale of a terror we know as war

This fight for borders this grab for more earth

Even when it cakes another man's boot

It is called hell wrapped in garments of greed

A covetousness risen from darkest void

Recline rescind retreat you worthless force

Back to the realm of never nevermore

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To write a decuain 

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a five line stanza poem

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 PEACE A CANDY SO SWEET

Dedication whispers to  heart

Steady, punctual, consistent.

Then three voices echo

Lets do this, i think i can, i know i must.

Carve a valentine, shaped for hope of peace and glory

Taste sunlight on  tongue of tomorrow how sweet this treat of peace

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A Valentine. The Three Voices. Dedication.

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 339

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

March marches on, with a war no one wants, except the perpetrators.

Lovers of peace and goodwill  standby The Ukraine 

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"Aye aye" capt'n said the pirate wearing an eye patch.

He had had one too many Caribbean rums that night.

For eying the prize of another he got into a bar fight;

Sylph of a wench who would go willingly to the amplest catch.

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TEARS IN FUTILITY

Should i weep since tears are fluid? 

Blinding down cheeks

Lost to warmth of a careless dash

of control, yielded to frigid stares?

Oh conscience!!! who holds thee at arms distance?

Masked to hide the the burden of inhumanity and deceit?

 Fleeing, reason pausing,

Not to glimpse the smoke and terror of bombs, those good friends of armoured tanks,

But to inhale the stench of war,

To gulp the bitterness of irony and loss to comfort in sacred life,

In family circles,

Bubbling into an ether of nonexistence,

Ripe with splatter and death, 

Senseless as the drop of a petal,

 in  ripple of an ocean, 

too vast to understand that love conquers all.

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John Sloan, Sun and Wind on the Roof

WHAT THE WIND TOOK

Tis a fierce wind that blows from the roof top,

And she no gentle maiden struggles, to

Keep a balance of pride and fortitude.

For what more has she to lose? left behind

Barefooted and aloof on a roof, to

Pin these garments cleansed of yesterdays dole,

When she mothered him, along with her child.

She should have let go of him a long time,

Like those slippers were, cast off to the wind.

What was he father? what was he a husband ?

What was he? she asks herself, and the wind,

Blew and blew that day, so that her slippers off and flew away.

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